A Salad

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Today I make

a salad–

The red flesh of tomato

gives way to the blade;

 

The moisture of

cucumber;

 

The crunch of

yellow pepper–

a spurt of flavour;

 

The lettuce–

sculpted,

cut,

bounces back.

 

I cry at its life,

its beauty,

its availability to me.

 

To me!

 

Today I see God.

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